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( … )    grabby hands evil laugh 

≛⠀⠀hi hi  

( … )   context:  rafa’s condition is getting worse 

( … )   context:  post sirius going to azkaban 

[ standing in cottage’s living room gave him violent waves of deja vu while also the odd sensation of standing in an entirely foreign place.  it was exactly as he’d remembered it but completely changed at the same exact time.  his eyes were glued to the framed pictures on the wall.  they told the story of his daughter’s life in his absence and he could not stop looking them over and over again.  from her baby pictures to her fist time in front of the hogwarts express,  there was so much to take in.  it startled him how much she resembled him,  as though he were staring at photographs of when he was just a naive child.  not that such things would exist,  no,  his prejudice filled mother had portraits done.  those were likely swallowed by flames the second his place on the family tree was scorched.  he silently thanked the memory of hope for immortalizing these moments of the light of his life.  remus’s voice reaches his ears but he stays put ]   you both did so well.  better than i probably could’ve ever done.   [ they were just kids when the decision to have stevie was made.  though he never regretted it one bit,  he always wondered (while shackled in his cell) how he would’ve raised her ]   i don’t blame either of you,  by the way.  for not tell her who i was.  perhaps i shouldn’t have even told her at all.  i just…  one look at her and it slipped.  i’m sorry. 

[   stopping  in  his  tracks  in  the  small,  beaten  down  kitchen  of  his  mam’s  old  cottage,  he  turns  towards  sirius  as  his  voice  rings  through  the  room.  his  expression  falls  slightly  when  his  hazel  hues  land  on  the  other’s  back,  presumably  looking  at  one  of  the  many  pictures  of  his  —  their  —  daughter  hope  had  framed  and  hung  on  the  wall   ]    i  can  hardly  take  credit  for  that.    [  he  murmurs,  turning  on  his  heel  in  pursuit  of  tea  cups.  in  reality,  he  needs  to  keep  busy.  prevent  his  mind  from  running  rampant,  his  hands  from  shaking  nervously.  it  felt  odd;  having  sirius  back  in  the  lupin  cottage  now  as  an  adult,  his  mam  long  gone  from  cancer.  for  the  first  time  since  james  and  lily’s  deaths,  he  feels  entirely  clueless  as  to  how  to  continue  on.  how  do  you  repair  a  relationship  severed  to  nothingness?  how  could  he  ever  make  up  for  believing  he  murdered  their  best  friends?  remus  had  no  possible  answer,  but  taking  him  to  the  secluded  cottage  for  shelter  and  safety  was  the  least  he  could  do   ]    i  would  have  been  entirely  lost  without  stephanie.      /      @padfootings 

( … )    post azkaban aaaahhhhh

[ the comment earns him a snort,  finding no objections to respond with.  a cigarette kept the something something away.  no doubt some contortion of a saying he had heard and found amusing,  though clearly already forgotten.  a pointed look was all he would get from remus if he spoke such a thing so he just grinned in response ]   someone’s impatiently eager today.  [ he says while simultaneously leaning forward,  hands resting on the headboard behind the other’s head ]   can’t we just have a little chat without you trying to snog my face off? 

and  i  can  taste  the  fag  you  no  doubt  snuck  earlier  by  the  lake  on  yours,    [   he  retorts  against  the  other’s  lips,  only  to  pull  back  slightly  seconds  later  to  raise  his  brows.  then,  he  runs  his  finger  along  the  razor  sharp  line  of  his  jaw,  annoyance  and  amusement  swirling  in  his  hazel  hues  as  he  juts  his  lower  lip  out  into  a  pout   ]    now  are  we  goin’  to  get  back  to  it?    [   leaning  back  on  his  elbows,  he  grins  up  lazily  at  his  boyfriend,  his  head  tilted  to  the  side  coyly   ]    or  would  you  rather  we  continue  talkin’?      /      @padfootings 

i’ve  shared  a  dorm  with  dumb  and  dumber  for  the  past  five  years,     [   looping  his  arm  through  lily’s,  he  replies  in  a  knowing  tone.  his  gaze  wanders  around  the  empty  hallway,  only  slightly  illuminated  by  a  few  lit  candles.  he  supposes  that  at  night,  when  the  halls  aren’t  bustling  with  students  running  from  class  to  class,  the  hallways  are  rather  creepy.  especially  the  corridors  with  talking  portraits  or  the  more  secluded  ones  further  away  from  the  dorms.  a  shudder  goes  down  his  back  as  the  wind  howls  outside,  the  castle  shaking  by  its  sheer  force   ]     alright.  it  is  creeping  me  out  a  little  too.     [   he  admits  quietly  as  he  tightens  his  grip  protectively  on  lily   ]     how  about  we  ditch  prefect  rounds  and  go  back  to  gryffindor  tower?      /      @doewept 

[   not  dignifying  that  with  a  response,  remus  janks  the  curtains  open.  the  bright  april  sun  streams  into  the  girls’  dorm  into  harsh  rays,  painting  lily’s  ginger  braids  spread  as  if  a  halo  on  her  pillow  golden.  seconds  later,  he  is  crossing  the  room  once  more,  harshly  pulling  the  covers  off  of  his  best  friend   ]     if  i  have  to  get  up  at  six  in  the  morning,  then  so  do  you.     [  then,  he  grabs  ahold  of  her  arms  and  attempts  to  drag  her  off  the  bed,  the  sound  of  his  joints  popping  echoing  loudly  in  the  empty  dorm  room   ]     ‘m  not  sitting  through  this  bloody  game  by  myself.      /      @doewept 

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